Second Chances

Dear Ben, 

I wrote you a letter long ago, after she told me about the two of you. I wished you well and hoped she could be everything for you that I could not. I didn't know how to process the news. I didn't know how to love you, but not be able to love myself. I just knew I regretted running away, but you had moved on and I had to put on a brave face. I don't remember what I did with it, but thought I should put this one out into the world.

Here we are 15 years later. Maybe a second chance. 

xo

All the Stars in the Sky are Mine

"I had a startling realization this week. Actually I had several, but they all boiled down to one finite conclusion; I have no real control over anything, only the illusion of it and a heavy weight of reality to remind me not to get to comfortable with anything I thought I knew."

I found this draft hanging around and thought it deserved to see the light of day. I'm not sure what stopped this clearly wine induced wordgasm. Perhaps it was a text message. A late night "hello" from dearest and bestest. Perhaps I was crushed by reality. Or my glass was empty, I went to refill it and started on some other equally amusing venture.

Not sure about the title either. Must have been the song I was listening to at the time. Bits and pieces of songs like to sneak their way into my ramblings. It's like That secret that you know, that you don't know how to tell... Ain't that just like the present. To keep showin up like this. I know it well. I  know it well.

Red was the Color

This is a live performance from Gregory Alan Isakov from awhile ago and I never have found it recorded anywhere but the YouTube video I pulled it from. It's just one of those songs that resonated with me. It's one of those gems that you can hear at a concert and it never makes it to a professional recording studio, keeping it a little known piece of musical wonderment. Enjoy